Poseidon's Wrath

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ooc;; OMG YAY MARCY <3
you should reply

[Natoya]

ooc; Indeed I shall.

bic; Francine's eyes slowly fluttered open and she yawned, one small hand rising above her head as she began to wake. For a moment she lay there, staring up at the ceiling, before the events of last night came crashing back to her.

Gasping, Francine peeked over the side of her bed, remembering her strange find from the previous night's adventures, and she checked to see if her new roommate was still there.

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Marceau still slept on the floor, his breath coming in even bursts.

ooc;; ... Short post D:

[Natoya]

ooc; WHY DID I NOT NOTICE THIS WAS HERE BEFORE? D:

bic; Francine smiled, seeing her guest still laying on the floor beside her bed. She was glad that he had not run off during the night, not that he had anywhere else to go, she mused. Francine sat up, still watching her guest and wondering how she would get out of the bed without stepping on him and waking him up.

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ooc;; WHY AM I A RETARDED RETARD?

bic;; As Marceau slowly came to consciousness, the first thing he noticed was the wooden walls of the cabin as opposed to the dark shadows of the cargo hold. Almost instantly he was scrambling to his feet, clutching the scratchy blanket in his hands as he started to hyperventilate, something that didn't stop until he recognized Francine.

[Natoya]

ooc; YOU ARE NOT. Haha, was no big deal, I know there's a lot for you to reply to. XD

bic; Francine scrambled back against the wall, startled at the way he had leapt up off the floor. Concern flashed in her eyes when she noticed his erratic breathing, and she carefully climbed off the bed, noticing his breathing start to calm when he focused on her. "Good morning," she told him, a bright smile crossing her face. "I hope you slept well." She went on, knowing he couldn't understand her but continuing to talk nonetheless.

She stopped then, her eyes focusing on nothing in the distance as she thought. She didn't know this guy's name, and she couldn't just keep calling him "that guy," or "that foreigner." She glanced at him again, tilting her head. "Hm, I wonder if I can get you to tell me your name," she mused. Pointing to herself, she said one word. "Francine." She repeated it again, and one more time after that, before she pointed back to her guest.

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ooc;; blaaaaaaaah
thank you for being so patient with me

bic;; Marceau eyed the girl carefully, confusion warring briefly in his eyes before he exhaled slightly, resisting the urge to glance around the room like a frightened animal.
"Je m'appelle Marceau Lovell," he said slowly, making a circular motion in the air - a strange gesture to himself. "... Mon amie?"

[Natoya]

ooc; no problem.

bic; Francine blinked at his sentence, trying to pick apart what he said. Je m'appelle Marceau Lovell... She mulled it over in her mind before part of it made sense. Marceau, Marceau... That sounded like a name to her, so she said it aloud. "Marceau? Is that your name?" The word rolled off her tongue awkwardly, since she didn't speak his language or have his accent. She hoped she hadn't butchered it too badly.

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Marceau grinned then. "T'es con, Anglais!" he said whilst giggling lightly. "Je m'appelle Marceau. Ah... Marcy," he finished, pointing to himself. He didn't understand her too well, but by the way she had pronounced his name it became obvious it'd be easier to use the nickname his brother and mother had given him. "Marcy Lovell," he repeated, just for good measure. His mother had always said that the English needed to be told things twice before they caught on... strange, but he had never really had a chance to prove or disprove it.

[Natoya]

Francine smiled widely when he repeated her gesture from earlier, pointing at himself and saying his name again. Seems she had been right in her guess, and she became a little happier when he shorted the word to Marcy. Marceau, Marcy, it fit quite well and it was certainly easier to say. "Marcy," she repeated. "That's a cute name." Francine giggled, "Well, it's nice to make your acquaintance, Marcy." Pointing to herself again, she spoke her own nickname, thinking it would be easier on him as well. "Franny," she said, then repeated it once more. "You can call me Franny if you like."

A knock at the door then startled her, and she turned, her eyes focusing on the door. The knock came again, and Francine started across the room to open the door.